Cilia felt her body continue to grow more and more numb. What had been injected into her blood stream it was fast acting and starting to really effect her. But now there were only three. Three was manageable. At least if the zebra next to her could actually hold his own against one of them. Giving a shrill caw, Cilia leaped forward, scattering the three spiders but pinning one. "RAAAAGGGGHHHHH" the griffon cried digging her talons into the stomach of the spider as it panicked, biting her wrist multiple times before having its upper half thrown into the surrounding trees, its bottom half falling limp. Losing the last of her feeling in her right arm. Cilia looked for Ark hoping he had either scared off the other two or more preferably eviscerated the monsters so they could move on.

When Cilia leaped forward, sending two of three spiders skittering, the small zebra buck decided to try out something. He didn't have even a fraction of the strength Cilia had, so he had to try something else besides bashing arachnids with his hooves. Taking off his saddle bag, he kicked it over and pulled out a waxy rod with an ash wood handle. Gripping it in the crook of his forearm, he struck it against the ground, adverting his eyes as he did so; the waxy rod sparking alive with a brilliant light. Changing his grip to his mouth, the little zebra charged forward, going for one of the spiders that had turned back and chased it back into the trees with his light rod.

Breathing heavily, Cilia, watched as the few remaining spiders skittered back into the forest. She could hardly feel the left half of her body, and more importantly, it seemed like Ark had made it through the fight as well. Despite it still being Ark in the end, Cilia was happy to have someone with her in this hell hole of a forest. She was getting more and more frustrated with this place. Hopefully though they had gotten through the worst of it, namely no more spiders. Looking back to the zebra, the griffon huffed, "You still alive shrimp?" She tried her best to hide the relief on her face that he was still here.

Panting the zebra snuffed out the light rod under his hoof and deposited it back inside his bag. Hearing Cilia ask him if he was still alive, he turned to face her and a concerned look grew on his face. The gryphoness did not look well, whether or not she was trying to hide it. The little zebra trot over to his companion, frowning.

"We need to go back to a less dense part of the forest. I saw them bite you Cilia, you're poisoned and you know it. I don't want to be here in their territory with you unable to move," Atriark insisted.

Cilia didn't know whether to accept the help or give the zebra a stink eye. On the one claw accepting help from this zebra meant he needed help from him and she couldn't let him see any sign of weakness she wouldn't allow it. Maybe if he was taller, a griffon, hell it wouldn't matter if he was a griffon or not, if he wasn't so annoying. However she had very little choice right now. She could feel the toxins coursing through her veins. She was going more and more numb. Falling off her feet now would only result in her own death.

"...Fine. You don't tell this to anyone. You....you got that?" Cilia glared at the zebra, making sure her point was well across before limping toward the zebra. "Let's get the fuck out of here Ark."

Atriark waved his hoof before setting off behind Cilia, "Yeah yeah, you're a big bad gryphon. Ain't nothing going to change that." He grunted. She may be attractive, but Celestia she was stubborn and irritating. Even on the verge of passing out she couldn't put aside her pride. Shaking his head, he pulled out some leaves and began chewing on them.

The world was beginning to spin around Cilia, she blinked, trying to clear her head, as her limbs grew more and more numb. This was not a good situation. No not at all. She had hoped she could have cleared it or powered through but no at this point she was-

Falling to the ground, Cilia laid on the ground, her breathing growing labored, as her vision blurred, fuck....spiders

The little zebra cursed under his breath and dropped his bag. He pulled out the light rod he had and lit it up once again, all the while chewing the leaves in his mouth. Atriark set the rod beside Cilia, as he took the now paste out of his mouth and began to spread it over her bites. When that was done, he sat back and began making a small fire, waiting for Cilia to recover.